Yelina and Poppie are boobs-deep in the hot tub.
I didn’t even know Harlow had one, to be honest. It’s nice though, not a free-standing one like people have in their backyards. It’s built into the floor and is the size of a small pool.
The two women eye me carefully as I sink into the water across from them. I let out a long, relieved sigh and rest my head against the wall.
I try not to dwell on what others think of me, but it can be hard sometimes. Obviously, Yelina is into Liam and he and I are… hate-fucking now, apparently.
My innermost conscience is still screaming at me for entertaining him. But you know what? I don’t need morals about sex in a place like this. If anything, I’ll just think of it as another form of therapy.
I mean, it sort of is. I think? Sex therapy? I make a mental note to Google that later.
It’s quiet for the most part in here, but I overhear something that catches my attention.
“We should probably wrap up our soak soon. I don’t want to be out too late. I hear sometimes there’s a man standing out in the field, watching. Leigh said that it’s the ghost of one of the people that went missing all those years ago,” Poppie says, fear making her voice tremble.
“I saw him once, so he’s no ghost,” Yelina tuts back and moves her blonde hair to one side as she sinks further into the hot water.
“Seriously?” Poppie’s eyes grow wide.
I can’t help but tilt my head toward them more. My eyes dart to the large windows. I wonder if someone is actually out there.
Yelina nods. “Yeah, it was dark, and I was so scared I left as fast as I could, but I saw his figure. He looked young.” They both rub their arms uncomfortably before Yelina notices me staring at them.
Shit. I quickly turn away and feign ignorance. How else would I hear all the rumors if I didn’t eavesdrop?
The doors swing open and someone walks in, catching both Poppie and Yelina’s attention. I can’t see who it is, but by the way they gawk, I can guess.
Please, God, not him.
The lights in here are already dim as it is. During the day, the skylights let in plenty of light. But evenings like tonight, when even the moon isn’t out, it’s like movie-sex-scene lighting. A few couples are already making out in the far end of the pool.
Please, not him.
Liam plops into the water next to me and shoots me a tight grin. He looks indifferent again. That short moment in the recreation room when he was actually kind now seems so distant.
I take a deep breath. “What?”
He raises his brow at me. “I can’t come hang out with my roommate?” His eyes dip down to my submerged breasts.
We shower naked—we sit in the hot tub naked. At least this room steams up really well so there’s less visibility than the showers.
Those are the unofficial rules. Like I said, sex therapy.
“Since when did you get the idea that I’d like to hang out with you?” I ask incredulously. His dark hair is already sticking to his head with sweat. His blue eyes are sexy when he glares at me. I don’t know if I’ve thought that before about his eyes, but I sure as hell do now. I try to shake the thoughts from my mind.
“Don’t act like you don’t crave my tongue on your pussy again.”
I bat my lashes at him and say with a counterfeit smile, “Go lick Yelina’s pussy, she’s right over there.”
His cheeks turn red and he closes in on me, pinning his arms on each side of my head and staring into my soul. Yelina and Poppie are watching us with shocked expressions. A few others on the deeper end of the pool notice as well.
“Tell me to go lick Yelina’s pussy one more time, Wynn,” he says in a dangerously low voice.
My breath catches in my throat. His oak scent invades my senses, bringing me back to the other night. Why does his smell, his face, everything about him draw me in?
Liam’s eyes are cold as he waits for me to speak.
“Go. Lick. Someone. Else’s. Pussy.” I brush my finger gently down his bottom lip, leaving a drop of water behind. A cruel smile curls along his lips as I pull myself out of the pool, tits and all out for the world to see. I don’t give a shit.
I turn to head back to the changing room. I hear him get out of the water and my pulse rises.
This is kind of fun.
I shouldn’t be entertaining his attention, but I can’t help it. Liam’s rage is the kind that simmers your flesh until you can no longer stand it. His gaze so filled with lust that it reduces your sanity to nothing more than desire.
He chases me into the changing room. There are several stalls to choose from and no one else is in here. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I close a few of the other doors and lock myself in the last one, stepping up on the bench to hide my feet. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.
Liam’s footsteps come in a second later. He’s silent and still, trying to decide if I left the room or am hiding in one of the stalls.
He opens a few to my left, and I’m holding my mouth tight and trying not to breathe. I’m having one of those silent laughing fits you get in the worst of situations, where you’re not sure whether you’ll snort or not if you take a breath.
He heads toward the exit. The second he’s out the door I let out my breath and laugh silently. I haven’t been this giddy in a long time.
I should be relieved that he didn’t find me. So why do I have disappointment brewing inside my chest?
My mind is clearly not functioning right today. Or ever.
I wait a few more minutes before deciding to head back to the pool. I didn’t get the full soak I wanted, thanks to him.
The pool is empty when I hop back in. It’s pretty late and I’m happy for the peace of being alone, finally. I swim to the center, enjoying the space to myself. The hot water eases my muscles. Everything is quiet around me, leaving me with my thoughts.
Normally this would be bad, but I can only think of one thing.
Liam.
No matter how many times I scold myself or try to think about other things, one way or another, it comes back to him.
It’s better than thinking about death.
“There you are.”
I gasp as Liam jumps in and swims toward me.
I make it to the edge before he has me pinned again, his chest against my back.
“Oh my God, can you just leave me alone for two seconds?” I frown, not that he can see it, and that pisses me off even more.
“I thought we were having fun?” he asks, lips against my ear. His chest is taut against my back, and I try hard not to think about everything else I feel.
My legs are pulled tightly together with need.
I don’t want to admit that I am having fun… I don’t want to admit that I like his attention.
“Tell me to stop then, Wynn. Tell me you don’t want to suck my dick and get fucked out of your mind. Say it.”
He reaches forward and grabs my breast, kneading it softly with his fingers and pulling gently on my nipple. I lean my head back against his shoulder and moan.
“Say it,” he whispers, pressing kisses along my neck.
He’s already completely melted any resolve I had. “I want it.” I reach back and grip his hard dick.
“You want what, sunshine?” He moves his hips so his shaft fucks my hand while his tip pushes against my ass.
“I want to suck your dick.”
“Not get fucked out of your mind?”
I stay quiet, wiggling my ass and hoping he won’t make me say it. “I want it so bad,” I whisper, ashamed to speak aloud.
Liam groans at the desperation in my voice and hops out of the pool. He sits on the edge, his dick lined up perfectly with my mouth. He watches me as I lick his shaft bottom to top before giving extra attention to the tip of it. I swirl his crown with my tongue in gentle strokes and he throws his head back, groaning and clutching the side of the pool like he’s trying his best not to fuck my mouth.
I take him in deeply, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him hard. I stroke the tender flesh under his dick with my tongue and start dip my head to take him deeper and deeper until my eyes start to water.
“Oh, fuck, Wynn. That feels so fucking good.” Liam bucks his hips in small thrusts and fists my hair. “You like sucking dick, don’t you? You’re such a dirty girl.” His deep, raspy voice and filthy words make me moan on his cock.
He stops my bobbing head and pulls me out of the pool.
The look in his eyes is pure lust. He glances down at my breasts and dripping pussy, then back to my eyes.
“How do you want it, Wynn?” He advances on me and I back up until I’m pressed against the freezing windows. I hiss at the assault of icy glass on my skin.
“I want it from behind.” I turn, giving him my ass and pressing my hands against the glass. I can’t look at him while he fucks me, it’s too intimate that way. There is no window covering. It’s completely dark outside, nothing but an empty field out there, but anyone could be watching if they happened to be out there.
And I don’t fucking care.
“Filthy. You like being rammed from behind and fucked until you can’t stand, don’t you?” His words are like beautiful poison dripping from his soft lips.
“Yes,” I moan as his tip circles my swollen clit. He teases my entrance a few times before pushing inside me.
He pushes all the way in until his hips are against my ass and I cry out. I’m so full and it feels so fucking good. He starts pulling in and out slowly. We’re both panting heavily. Each thrust feels like he’s going to push even further into me.
“Oh, God, Liam, fuck me harder,” I moan, barely keeping myself standing as he ruts into me over and over.
“I want you coming undone and falling to your knees by the time I’m done fucking you,” he grunts and fucks me harder like I asked.
I cry out again and my mouth instinctively falls open, eyes rolling back as he takes me closer and closer to the edge. His thrusts become longer and harder and I know he’s about to come too. Our eyes connect in the reflection of the window and my heart skips a beat. His eyes are hooded and filled with pleasure, his mouth barely open as he pants and works himself into me.
He groans so loud it sounds like he’s dying, but the pleasure leaving his lips sends me over and I’m coming with him. Liam pumps into me a few more times, hips shaking and dick throbbing inside me until we start to spill from where we’re connected.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” I say on a breathy laugh.
Liam pulls out of me slowly and turns me around. His cheeks are so red I’d think he had a fever, but his eyes are full of emotion, like he has a million things he wants to say.
He looks at me and opens his mouth, thinks better of it, and leaves without a word.
That wasn’t hate-fucking.
I think we both realize it.
And we know we’re in deep trouble.
